The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-05-14
A CASHIERS ROMANCE.

Pm almost certain that she has
got a story said Fanny Tullan. Il
can see it in the expression Of her
face. only wish had courage to
ask her about it.
1t was Il dull, rainy day-one of
the bleak premonitors of the equi-
noctial storm-storm and as there
was not much doing at the store, the
girls took longer than usual at their
lunch.
Fanny sat on a packing-box, turn
ed upside down, under the stairway
that led down to the shipping
room," slowly munching her soda
crackers and smoked beet, and ELLA
Hay, her companion at the kid-glove
counter, was nestled at her feet, eat
ing bread and butter and raspberry
jam, with the hcartiest Of appetites.
At the same moment, Miss Nero-
ma, the cashier, came lightly down
the stairs in her dark-blue serge
gown, and her satin-brown braides
Of hair shining in the oblique light
of the dust-dimmcd window. She
caught Fanny's last sentences, and
paused abruptly.
"To ask whom ~ said she. "Who
has got a story ?"
And Fanny, spurrcd on by sud-
den upward blaze of courage, an
swercd
Your
Miss Verona smiled. In rcpose
her face was cold and grave but
when it lighted up with rare smile
it was absolutely beautiful. Instead
of being offended, however, she sat
cheerfully down on the other half of
the packing box.
"You are right, Miss Tullan," said
said She Il have got Il story, else |
never should have been in this store,
| wasn't brought up to work, and l
don't like to sit behind cashiers
desk from morning until night any
better than amy other people do
Fanny Tullan's great, gray eyes
opened wide.
ooh, Miss Verona said she,
won't you tell it to us?'
"Of course | will" said the cashier
"Why shouldn't i? You We're very
kind to me, Fannie Tullen, when
first | came, lonesome and inexper-
fenced, to the store. 1t would be
hard if | couldn't do as much to
please and amuse you
The rain pattcred against the dust
blurred window the wind, shriek-
ing around the corner, made a min
iaturc maclstrom of shavings and
bits of paper in the brick shaft
which offered the only prospect
and Fanny Tullan and her friend,
Miss Hay crept up closer to Miss
Verona to hear her words
"Ofcourse you have already sur
missed that ! am IL reduced lady
said she. That goes without say
ing. But you would scarcely imag-
inc that was once an heiress.
Hornblower Hall-that was the
name of the placc-a beautiful old
house, down by the sea. Oh, low
ed that house and now shall
never see it any more"
Her lips quivered the tears came
into her eyes for Il second, and then
she went bravely on:
But didn't know until quite
lately that there was lawsuit about
Hornblowcr Hall that some other
branch of the family believed that
they had Il better right to it than
my mother and |. Mamma never
told me about it; and, luckily, it
was not until after her death that
hateful lawyers letter came. The
letter mean that notified me with
Il mock respect that was worse than
any amount ofdownright impudcnce
would have been, that Homblowcr
Hall belonged to my fourth or fifth
cousin instead of me. There was
something in it about my not being
disturbed in the occupancy, if it
suited me to remain, but | could lis
tened to no such belittling PROPOSE
ton as that. | tore the letter into
pieces, and packed my personal be-
longings into one little trunk and